روايات وقصص ضمن Yakuza Fanfiction

Sherlock said, and Xavier landed another heavy slap on his face, his anger palpable. "Should I have just killed you when you first came out, because I see no usefulness in you? Your sister is much smarter and more competent than you. You've always been a failure, a liability, right from when you were born!" Xavier shouted, his hand almost descending on Sherlock's face again. "Yakuza's son, you really told him that? You're Yakuza's son. Yakuza is the Japanese Mafia, not Italian, you fool. I'm tired of you!" Xavier said, holding his head with his hands in frustration, while Antonio shivered in fear.

The bartender acknowledged their order and set to work, crafting the refreshing beverages. Curiosity piqued, Yuka decided to get into Ryu's nocturnal lifestyle. "Are you always up this late?" she asked, taking a sip of her coffee, her eyes filled with genuine intrigue. Ryu momentarily glanced at his phone before tucking it away, ensuring his focus remained on Yuka. "Most of the time, yes. Why do you ask?" he responded, genuinely interested in her perspective. "Well, I've never really met a musician before," Yuka admitted, momentarily forgetting that her cousin, Nato, was also a musician. She continued, "It surprises me how distinct your lifestyle is compared to that of salaried workers." Ryu

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

"You're starting to be read like an open book." The cold air brushed through my palms when Yuki stole Lizzy away from me. "What's wrong?" I tried to get Lizzy back with my arms straightened, but she avoided me. Yuki had a crimson aura that emitted from her entire body while she glared at me. "You're planning to kill Lizzy next, aren't you? Both you and King Dawn are from the same organization." Her vision traveled to my forearm, where she found the mark. "I can't be mistaken—you're part of the mafia!" She was having difficulties breathing as she yelled her lungs out.

“Come on, you know she’s not my type. I’m into redheads with green eyes. Your woman does not fit that description—not even close.” There was something about redheads that drove him crazy. I didn’t understand why he had such a fascination with physical appearance. I cleared my throat and turned to a more serious conversation. “Did Nikita get anything out of those men we captured?” “They are not Yakuza, that’s for sure.” Fuck, if it wasn’t the Yakuza or the Italians, who else was attacking me and my territory? I didn’t think of another enemy besides the Yakuza and the Cosa Nostra.

Before Qin Haodong could, Hu Xiaoxian stopped him and said, "Stop daydreaming! Look at yourself! Do you even know what you look like? I throw up every time I see you." Leng Feng's face turned grim. He made his move in no time, but Zhou Tianhu stopped him. "Don't get provoked by them, sir. You can do anything to that woman as long as you kill the gigolo boy." Leng Feng held back his anger. He sniffed and didn't reply to Zhou Tianhu. Zhou Tianhu pointed at Yagyuu Yukime and said, "This is Yagyuu Yukime, a Heaven-Level ninja from Nihon, also a supreme power."

“If Father needs my help, the sky would have to come down for that to happen, he's proud of what he has.” “I’m just as surprised as you,” Luca replied with a shrug. “But he gave strict orders that you show up immediately. It might be worse than the case.” My jaw tightened. “What could be worse than the crates?” “Maybe an unavoidable war between the Yakuza's and the Russians,” he answered. I let out a dry breath. “I’ve thought about that. If the Russians attack, the Yakuza's will strike back twice as hard… and they won’t leave anyone alive.”

And Dini suddenly acts pitiful, running beside Brandon, a damsel in distress, to gain more pity. “Honey, don't get mad; Ryo was just overwhelmed.” “Huh? ” Ryo was not overwhelmed but utterly disgusted to correct his fake statement. “Seems like it's a trend nowadays to eat someone else's dick!” He never once had it in mind that these people would be the cause of his suffering. Sounds like a telenovela, but realistically. Not just his ex-boyfriend, but also his father—aren't they brazen enough to be so entitled to own someone else, lover and father?

“Nobody forced your hand, Damian. You chose to kill him. You chose to kill them all.” A laugh rattles from his chest, low and cruel. “And Vincent Russo… if he watches from the grave, imagine his horror. The man he trusted most destroyed him. Took his sister and made her your pet.” His laughter deepens, echoing off the stone walls, mocking me. “You let your anger consume you. You butchered the Russos without thought, left only the young miss breathing. And now you want to marry her?” His eyes gleam, hatred glinting like steel. “Is that your redemption? No, Damian. You’re no savior. You’re a monster. A devil. And you’ll die as one.”